Larksong Grotto You're sweet, my dear

"but i earned dem," mireille purled with a soft chuckle, and the space between them closed. she ran her shoulder along his own, down his flank, toward his hip, circling with her face afire.
"are you going to soot'e t'ese for me, monseiur?" the red wolf breathed, pulling aside before he could seize her. 
she had tempted the warrior on the glacier. she wondered what sort of temptation this man's desire would take. mireille had come into her own, and now stood with gentle command, fur riffled and inviting his interest.